One Direction Preferences

Things get heated then not so much

Harry: You and Harry were at a holiday party. and well you both had had a little to drink. You and him walked down the hall into the bath room, and started going nuts on each other. He placed you on the counter, keeping his hands on you at all times. Your lips connected and things were going good. Until there was a knock on the door. “Maybe they’ll go away.” he whispered only to you. You nodded and ran your fingers through a fistful of his curls as you both continued. Just as he was making a move to unzip your dress, the door opened and you froze. “Sorry.” they said looking from you to Harry, then to the ground, as they left. You felt the color in your cheeks as you stopped his hand from pulling the zipper down. “Not now Harry, at home.” you hopped down from the counter and walked out, Harry hot on your heels, constantly asking if you could go home.

Zayn: You were laying in bed, and well Zayn didn’t understand the no sex rule you had when you were on your period. “Zayn it’s not going to happen.” you laugh. He nodded “I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do this right?” he asked coming closer and began kissing your neck. He traced your side as his lips moved up and down your body, covering most of you with kisses. You pulled him back up, wanting his lips on yours. He obliged by tracing your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. You run your finger tips along his covered back, then you slip his shirt off completely. He kisses you with more passion now, and he reaches for the button on your jeans, but your hand cuts him off. “Zayn, I said no.” he falters back and pouts next to you. “But you can keep kissing me if you want.” He nods, settling for that, figuring something is better than nothing.

Niall: You were visiting your parent’s house, and Niall could not be more nervous. He was a bit held back, and he would not even touch you anyway other than to hold your hand, which was driving you crazy. You were both on the couch now, he just holding your hand. “Niall.” you moaned and he looked to you with sympathetic eyes. “Look, my parents aren’t even here. We have the house to ourselves. Please?” you asked moving closer to him. He hesitated before looking you in the eye, then crumbling under your gaze. He nodded and you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck as he began to kiss you sweetly. “Niall.” you insisted again and he kissed harder. You smiled into the kiss, and he pushed you down to the couch. As he hovered over you, you unbuttoned his jeans, and began to trace his stomach. He let a small groan of pleasure out as he began to trace your stomach, until his fingers froze at the sound of a man clearing his throat. Niall literally jumped off you and took his spot on the couch, cheeks blazing red. Needless to say, Niall was even more hesitant to hold your hand after that.

Liam: You had just checked into the hotel and were heading up to your room. Liam began to chase you until you got to your room and then he scooped you up and carried you into the bed. You were having a night away from the house, a babysitter for the kids. He laid you gently on the bed, but after that he was not so gentle. He jumped at the idea of a night away so he could only focus on you, and not  bedtime stories, and bubble baths. He started right away, pulling your shirt off. You smiled at his effort not to wast time and helped him out, by pulling his jeans off as your lips made contact. He flipped you onto his chest and your lips were heated, moving with one another’s, as your bodies did the same, rolling like waves crashing to a cliff. Every once and a while, he would move down to your neck and you let out a moan of pleasure. You had just began on his neck when your phone rang. He held you closer in protest to you answering it, but let you go after you gave him an eye. “Hello?” you asked as he grabbed one of your hands and kissed it repeatedly  “Yes, alright, we’ll be there in 20 minutes.” you sighed, closing your phone. He looked at you pouting a lip but he nodded when you told him the babysitter was sick. “After they are asleep maybe.” you said, but it never happened because your kids had caught what the babysitter had.

Louis: You were currently 8 and a half months pregnant with your’s and Louis’s first child. After a long day of getting the nursery ready, you collapsed to the couch and he did the same. He snuggled in as close as he could and he began to stroke your cheek. “Hey, Y/N, how do you feel right now?” he asked and you knew what he wanted. He always asked that before he made any moves on you to be sure you felt up to it. “I feel fine Louis.” you said, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. He scratched the back of his head before letting his hand slip down the side of your body, then he pulls you into his lap. “Louis, I’m too heavy.” you say trying to climb off his lap, but he pulls you closer. “I don’t think so.” then he pulls your face down to his and kisses you deeply. He frowns at the lack of connection due to your bump, so he pushes you down to the couch, and starts over. Kissing your neck, lips, any exposed skin, his lips brushed softly, then rougher. He began to work his hips with yours, and you couldn’t help but scream his name. “Louis! God Louis!” which only encourages him, but then you felt something, followed by pain. “Louis.” you said sternly and he looked up, stopping. “What is it love?” he asks kissing your neck “My water broke.” you say and he stops completely, getting up. “Shit ok, let’s go then.” He helps you up and takes you to the car, where he’s forgotten about sex, and is only concerned for you.